thorn tree
in Erristhere is
a place
a place
apart
a parting
place
beneath
a tree
beneath
the westerly
breeze
and the
ever changing
sky
there
one day
we met
we hid
we shared
we argued
we coupled
we parted
gone
there
we view
our futures
our foes
our fears
our friends
our odds
none
you sit
waiting
feeling
absorbing
crying
smiling
blossoms
float
gently
on your
hair
you rise
I fall
asleep
alone
no more
Poetry by Peter Humphreys

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Written on 2007-05-16 at 15:02




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